Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Smog,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.